you made me want to be a saint.
08-07-2013, 02:10 PM
| Erani |
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Erani prodded a pile of Marigold flower heads into their place in her organized stockpiles of herbs and plants. Her Craft. Training would begin soon, Of Imena, Cael, Rayne, and later, Friction, once his mourning had ended. She had been gathering far and wide, though her sprained ankle had set her back a week, and her piles of herbs had grown. She also hoped to train young Orica from the old Glaciem group. The little black and white female was only a yearling, but her knowledge was already impressive. Erani wanted to see that mind grow, and she wanted to help it grow. And she had noticed the little spark between Surreal and Orica?s cousin, Cross, Crusade?s son. She smirked slightly. It was always wonderful and interesting to see a glimpse of what could be the future, in the eyes of the younger generations. A look, a gesture, a smile. A butterfly. Erani was impressed with Cross? approach of her daughter, offering a butterfly on his tail. She hadn?t even had to tamp down any motherly wariness for the fellow. A familiar call filtered to her ears, and she froze, listening. Epiphron! She spared no time in wondering what brought Epiphron to the borders, she took off at a gallop, bounding over the natural stone stairs and pelting down the narrow ravine path, tail wagging. Once free of the ravine, she took little time in reaching Epiphron?s location. ?Epiphron!? She was on the female in a flash, gently embracing her, laying kisses here and there, a soft whine of pleasure at the sight of her adoptive daughter. Finally, after a few minutes she stepped back, taking in the young female. And her ears jumped forward, tail raising a wind behind her. ?Oh Epiphron! Congratulations!? For it was very, very clear that Epiphron was very much expecting another generation. Then the thought of how far Epiphron must have traveled, in this condition, and without an escort, flashed into her mind. Her eyes narrowed into a healer?s sternness. ?Young lady? Whatever were you thinking, walking this far in your condition, without a warrior along?? She didn?t yell, she didn?t have to yell. But the indignant expression was enough. ?I hope you?re staying for a few days to rest, and when you head back, I beg of you, take an escort. I wouldn?t be able to take it if I heard you?d been killed or injured on your way home.? |